"Meng Po's Bowl" is a song written by Mu Zhen and sung by Xia Ming, in September 2009, Xia Ming's first solo album was released, the main song "Meng Po's Bowl", which was sung by Wei Jiayi in the same year, and the search volume and popularity doubled again.
Wei Jiayi's voice has super plasticity, both can sing the fever divine song, can also be psychedelic electric sound, both can lead the sad pop, but also serve as a cool pioneer, the live broadcast career on the network allows her to accumulate countless fan listeners, the fourth issue of "China Good Songs" The live bright voice amazes all the tutors, high flip the whole field, it can be said that not only the network cover singer, but also the strength of the singer.
In September 2017, the album "A&B" ("Two Sides") was released strongly, this song was included in it, became its famous work, recently, after a re-interpretation, this song has re-emerged again, the poignant tune, slightly smokey voice, after listening to it will be brought into the sad emotion of the song.
The lyrics are easy to understand, as the song title, the world should know the legend of Meng Po, it is said that after death, the soul of the person must walk on the Huangquan Road, reincarnation needs to walk through the NaiHe Bridge, there is a forgetting platform on the bridge, there is a kind grandmother on the forgetting platform called "Meng Po", known as the god of the underworld, constantly cooking a pot of soup, mortals named Meng Po soup, some people call it "Ecstasy Soup", some people call it "Forgetful Water".
Legend has it that Meng Po soup is made of one drop of raw tears, two old tears, three bitter tears, four cups of regret tears, five inches of acacia tears, six cups of sickness tears, seven feet of separation tears and Meng Po's sad tears boiled, as the name suggests, drank this bowl of Meng Po soup, walked across the NaiHe Bridge, people will forget everything in the past life, and henceforth break the frontier with the world.
Thinking of you makes me feel my heart pound
Cracked and choked throat
Wave your hand and knock over Meng Po's bowl
Fell to the ground and shattered in half
Meng Po, she will have compassion for me
Don't let my soul fly with the wind
My love surrounds you
The afterlife snuggles together
The so-called Meng Po's bowl is the bowl used to hold this Meng Po soup, the door of life and death, the bridge head stands Meng Po, holding a small cup, and the bowl contains the water of forgetting love.
The song was written from the moment when he had just stepped on the Huangquan Road, only to see a lonely soul "walking" on the Huangquan Road, his body shaking, his footsteps light, trying his best to call the unforgettable name, but found that the sound was nothing, and soon drowned in the vast fog, despair and helplessness suppressed himself, and stumbled to the NaiHe Bridge.
Meng Po handed the bowl over, she refused to pick it up, refused to forget the bits and pieces with him, wanted to leave this memory to go to the next life to find his traces, the thought of separating from him made her ache like a knife, like being strangled in the throat.
The thick worldly love haunted the heart, entangled with the pain of parting, overturned Meng Po's bowl in one breath, the bowl fell on the ground and shattered into two halves, and then begged Meng Po not to take away his memories, not to let his soul fly away... Meng Po, Meng Po, please show mercy and pave this love path for me...
How can you forget to linger with you
How can it be discarded to tie you up
Just to be able to get that red line back
Another romance
Those entanglements and entanglements, the red threads connected by affection, are not willing to forget no matter what, and I hope that the next life can continue the frontier with him...
The affectionate lament of the climactic part is deeply moving, the pain of parting is filled with the words, and the helplessness and reluctance linger in the ears of the listener...
One sentence is worth it, eight hundred miles of yellow springs no longer have Meng Po, a sentence with you, eight hundred miles of yellow springs full of manju shahua.
He who loves is not afraid of life, not afraid of death, not afraid of separation, all things in the world, for love does not die, extremely immortal.
On what is the world's situation, the Orthodox religion of life and death, on what is immortal in the world, only love can live forever.